In the dark

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It was an early morning, but there was excitement in the air. The sun had barely risen in the sky, but some were already up and venturing into Seoul. There was a discovery to be made in the form of art.

Namjoon had woken up just before sunrise. He opened his black-out curtains that were closed shut around his apartment, letting in the rising sun into his upscale apartment. He sat on the floor in his living room to eat breakfast on his black coffee table and watch television. He paused for a moment when a piece of his fried chicken fell from his bowl and landed on the table. Namjoon cursed himself for buying the black table and vowed never to buy another one again as he cleaned up his breakfast. 

He gave his brightly colored green plants a long drink of water before entering his double closet and getting dressed. The apartment was designed to have his and her closets, but since there was no her in his life, Namjoon filled the space with his favorite pieces of clothing. Opting for his laid-back style of a t-shirt, jeans, and bomber jacket, Namjoon exited his apartment to his waiting car to take him to the Seoul Art Museum. 

The curators of the museum were well aware of who Namjoon was. His love of art became evident when each member made a social media account. Namjoon filled his account with different photos, sculptures, and wood carvings from artists all around the world. The museum was opening its doors before their typical time to allow Namjoon to walk the building without the worry of the crowds. 

Namjoon was eternally grateful for the museum's hospitality. It was far and in between for Namjoon to casually walk around and enjoy the splendors of the world. He liked to take his time when Namjoon was out doing something he loved. He liked soaking it all in the splendor. He would read the little white plated beside each piece of art and if he could talk a three-sixty around a piece to see it in all its glory. Namjoon could take dozens of photos of one artwork alone.

Early Friday morning was no different. Namjoon entered the museum to see the directors already waiting for him. He gave them all bows and thanked them for their kindness. They would chat briefly about new pieces; he should see and any upcoming artists coming to the museum in the next few months. The directors were going to say anything to keep their biggest patron interested in coming back again. 

Namjoon had barely begun his walk around the museum when he sat down on a white bench to take a break. It was too early in his walk for his body to be tired, but his mind had been going a mile a minute since he had woken up. 

All things BTS were filling his mind; it always was in truth. He thought about the schedule over the next few days. He thought about the upcoming brain session meeting for the new album. The photoshoots, the interviews, the tours, and the performances on the television shows that would follow.

The first concert of their three-day performance was that evening. Namjoon was feeling nervous. Sure, it was typical for every artist to get a case of nerves before each performance, but the haunting thoughts still swarmed in his mind. He worried he would forget his lyrics. If he did, how quickly could his brain work to devise something on the fly to cover his mistake? He closed his eyes to imagine some of the dance steps. He was going over them again and again in his mind, ensuring he had every move to the choreography down. 

His mind turned to his members. His members should be seen as a thought of comfort, but instead it was more worry. Jungkook, his youngest brother, was first to enter his mind. He needed to make sure that kid took it easy during the concerts. Jungkook would push himself to the point of collapse because he would go so hard during shows. Namjoon was half tempted to tie him to a chair if it meant Jungkook would take a break.

 Hoseok came next to Namjoon's mind. Hoseok was the other leader of the group. Hoseok was in charge of the choreography. He was coming up with dance moves for everyone to follow. Making sure the cohesion of the dance moves matched the song. He would practice the movements more than anyone. Namjoon swore he saw Hoseok doing the choreography to Danger in his sleep once. Hoseok worked too hard too.